Roleplaying Classes *Update: First Assignment*

OOT: k, this is my first time RPing, so rate me plz kthxbai

As to seeing the board, Claus hesitated to do his work. He is thinking too much of his Swordsmanship badge he gained yesterday that he didn't even notice he had work. He quickly glanced at his sheet, to see not one trace of led from his pencil. He saw a few eraser shavings, and blew them away. He put his pencil on the paper. Didn't move after. He just didn't know what to write.

He asked the teacher if he can be excused from his assignment.

The teacher declined.

He then looked at his paper, and with no question, no concern, he began writing. Not about the assignment, no, But about what he will do when he goes home. He writes and writes and writes. Not knowing where his mischievous story will lead him too, he began writing about long adventures, meeting weird creatures, new lads. He wrote about how sharp his blade will be, how famous he will be, how brave he will be. He got caught up in his work long enough to realize, that some people across him are nearly done. Claus took his paper, and proofread it. Well... he was satisfied. He quickly folded the paper, and stuffed it in his knapsack. He quickly uncrumpled another paper he wrote last year. Similar to the subject now. He erased the huge F on the top right, and yelled to the teacher "Mr, I'm done".

"T-L-D-R," was the letters she whispered in a joking manner as she leaped softly onto the desk of Tiduseya, staring at him as she leans forward with the support of her left arm. Reaching forward with her right hand, she brushed away some strands of hair gently.

"My, my," she commented softly like an autumn breeze, smiling gently accompanied by warm eyes. "He's really asleep."

It had been so long since she viewed a sleeping man. The chains upon her shackles dangled impatiently as she ceased her motion to a gentle halt, not wanting to wake him up from his slumber. He must have worked hard and late on coming up with the assignment, poor thing.

Glancing at a boy who had asked if he could be excused, she declined him and shooed him back to his desk. Other students slowly made their way to the front quietly, fearing for their life as they felt a pair of dangerous eyes watching their every move. It was silent until the same student disturbed the class with his loud, booming voice. She let a sigh and leaped off the desk, quickly approaching the student.

"Please lower your voice," she hissed almost impatiently as she snagged the paper and stared at it for a few seconds. Rolling her eyes behind the paper, she slammed it back onto the desk and leaned in to stared at the student square in the eyes. "If you got an F the first time, erasing the letter, and turning it back in won't change anything.[/color]"

"Please complete the assignment." she said, yellow eyes glowing with a hint of annoyance.

With that, she released her hand on the piece of crumbled paper and walked back to the front of the desk. Getting a clean sheet of the assigned paper, she walked back and set the paper in front of the student.

"Also, in class assignments shouldn't be crumpled."

Claus slowly walked to his desk. I never knew teacher's would be that smart, he thought. He slowly sat down. He saw the teacher changing subject, so he slowly took out a textbox. "Not you Claus", she said. With that, Claus was stuck on the assignment again. He had nothing to write about. He wasn't skilled at Intro's, nor Conclusions. So he grasped hold of the Activities one. He remembered that Activities can be anything that has to do with actions. Verbs, he thought. Actions. Wait, he thought quick. He was actually sweating to this idea. He grabbed the paper from his sac that he wrote earlier. He proofread it again. It has actions of what he would be able to do when he has his sword. Combat, he thought as he rushed up to the teacher. His paper had lot's of combat. Especially with Ghouls. He rushed, and slammed the paper onto the teacher's desk, waking up the sleeping man.

"Huh!?"

The teacher yelled, rearing back and falling out of his chair. When he looked up, he saw the student in front of him with a finished paper and wild triumphant eyes.

"Oh, done already? Let me see...."

He stated sleepily, the flames in his eyes were not present. Tiduseya read over the paper quietly, at some points a smile would cross his face, and at others a frown. He tried not to be too judgemental, for this is the work of someone learning.

"Hmmmm.....Other than basic grammar, here is you're assessment; from my point of view, the details in the first paragraph are excellent. Mentioning such insignificant things may come around as off-topic, but it gave me a sense of surrounding. The negative is a little harsher...Under no circumstances should you Roleplay for another person. This time it may have not been important but you should always remember that. In the second half you did a small bit of listing, but nothing too serious. Not bad...Your thought's Chii?"


Ooc: I'm critiquing your two posts.

"Agreed, using other people's character is a big no-no. It is their character, there was no permission given or asked to use their characters. A roleplay is a give and take, an activity that is done by two more people. If it's all done by one, you may as well get offline, open WORD, and start typing away," she said, seating herself at the edge of the large teacher table with her right leg crossing over her left thigh. "Pay more attention to other people's post. Her last actions were: [With that, she released her hand on the piece of crumbled paper and walked back to the front of the desk. Getting a clean sheet of the assigned paper, she walked back and set the paper in front of the student.] And your first reply was: [Claus slowly walked to his desk.]"

She snagged the paper away from Tiduseya and scanned it again. "Whenever a dialog takes place, a new paragraph should be made," she looked up at the student, Claus, "especially if it's someone's dialog." Waving the paper a bit, she dropped it back into the other teacher's hands. Flattening her dress a bit as she glanced over the rest of the classroom, watching the other students as they work.

A man so simplistic that he could have been a life-sized, yet properly polygonated, classroom drawing done out-of-boredom peeked in through the door after a brief, semi-quiet knock. He instinctively made light fists and arrayed them to shape his coutour like a mixture of a "W" and an "A," then realized what he was doing (posing... for no combat or any purpose) and where we was and returned to casual pose.

"E--eehh... this. The Roleplaying Lessons Classroom? Do I put an application here or... eh...."

This man--no, he's only supposed to be 14 and a half, yet he has the vertical measure of a, of a man, for lack of a better word--clearly had some kind of speaking problem; it was evident that he possessed full basic abilities, but lacked the social skill to talk comfortably, especially around women--no way in hell did he ever want to give anybody any wrong ideas!

"Uuuh... umm... ee... th-this clax. Clask. Class. I want to apply. Should I give the application... thing... here or elsewhere??"

With his act, and experience in the worlds, Trist thought for sure that, by now, someone--or multiple people--was givin' him some strange looks. Of course, then again, he did not know too much about... like, people! Trist's view began to sharpen, and he began taking in details of the room; there weren't many. However, he noticed two people behind the master desk: some dude and some--um--sooomeone else. Might be a monster, just not the one we ever seem to fight, and if we do, it's... not right now.... He also peered over at the students.

"Say," Trist said to speed the slowness his presence always seemed to cause, "I didn't come in on, like, anything happening, uh, did... I?"

And the response became as follows...

< Wow, are you saying I'm a monster? >




The woman turned her head slowly as the soft knock entered the room. Her golden yellow eyes stared at the new arrival and adjusted her body towards him, propping herself up from the desk while swinging her leg so that they were both parallel to each other. Hopping down, her toes gently tapped the floor as her long, white hair followed her body's motion. She was a demon, but had no visible features of one aside from her eyes, which was silted like a cat. Her pale skin approached the new boy and smiled warmly.

"This class require no application. Class has just started, please have a seat and complete the first assignment," she said, handling him a piece of paper.

Trist looked up a bit in slight surprise to the easiness of entering the establishment. Sweet.... He took the sheet in two fingers and started towards

a desk! Yes, sometimes it feels good to go without a tether? There are plenty of seats here, are there not? A little ways off, he stopped, rotated his entire figure around to face the wintry teacher and nearly asked an extraneous question--"So wait, what about all this application stuff a certain Tiduseya mentioned...?"--but kept himself. Hey, he'd gotten this far.

....

The paper had the specifications for the "First Assignment." An intro, an action, or an ending, which apparently rarely happened. The word "conclusion" held him in a trance for an indeterminable amount of time; he often wondered what the end would be. He always envisioned returning to the 20th dimension he had never seen before, a land for the taking or what...?

It was then that he had began to lose his sense of classroom and reminisce on his previous journeys. He began to remember the strange, yet totally awesome, allies he'd sided with: T.A.; Phoenix-Kai; Link, who took everything literally; that one Japanese guy with the glasses; Kirby, who could speak and yet not read; et al. He also recalled a kid he'd spent less time with, and almost swore he saw him on the way into where he was now. Where was he again? Oh yeah... the Roleplaying class. I wonder if I'll space out for days at a time by accident. These recent two thoughts jolted him back to seeing the class. He had to confirm his suspicion, so he scanned the classroom's desks, for the students. Was that...? No, hair's the wrong color. Since that's the case, it's time to get started.

...that meant he would commence blank-staring, wondering what to make and how to start it.